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A Note of Gratitude
To every reader who picks up Cage to Cage — thank you. Writing this story has been a journey into shadows and light, and it means so much that you’ve chosen to step into this world with me. Dark romance can be intense, emotional, and sometimes difficult, but it is also a space where characters grow, fight for survival, and discover the parts of themselves they never thought existed. I hope you find yourself drawn in, challenged, and captivated. Most of all, I hope you enjoy the ride. Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior. • Drug use and substance manipulation – including non-consensual drugging. • Explicit sexual content – mature scenes described in detail. • Sexual assault, coercion, and blurred consent – including situations where a character’s ability to consent may be impaired. • Toxic relationships – involving obsession, jealousy, power imbalances, and unhealthy dynamics. • Kidnapping and captivity – characters may be held against their will. • Death, murder, and violence – including gun violence, weapon use, and physical altercations. • Organized crime activity – depictions of mafia families, underground clubs, and illegal dealings. • Psychological trauma and PTSD elements – characters may display or relive traumatic experiences. • Self-harm or suicidal thoughts – referenced or portrayed within the narrative. This novel is intended for mature audiences only (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you find any of the above subjects harmful or difficult, this may not be the right book for you. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, businesses, organizations, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. The actions, choices, and perspectives of the characters do not reflect the beliefs, morals, or values of the author. Scenes involving violence, abuse, or criminal behavior are not intended to encourage, endorse, or glamorize such actions. Instead, they are included as part of a fictional narrative that explores the extremes of human behavior within the high-stakes world of organized crime and forbidden romance. Readers should understand that the content is written solely for entertainment purposes. While the characters may struggle with difficult themes, the story does not serve as advice, guidance, or reflection of real-world relationships. Healthy, respectful, and consensual interactions should always be the standard in real life. By continuing to read, you acknowledge that you are doing so voluntarily and are comfortable engaging with dark, mature, and sensitive subject matter. Please prioritize your own well-being and step away if any of the material becomes overwhelming.BRYNN POVTwo months.Two months of waiting.Two months of security reports, surveillance updates, and dead ends.Val had disappeared.Jessie stayed quiet.Livia never made a move.At first, it felt like the calm before a storm.Now it just felt exhausting.I roll over in bed, my eyes barely opening as darkness fills the room.Something feels wrong.My stomach twists.Hard.I suck in a sharp breath.“Oh God.”The nausea hits so fast I barely have time to throw the blankets off before I’m sprinting toward the bathroom.The second I hit the floor in front of the toilet, everything comes up.Behind me, the bed explodes into motion.“Brynn?”Vex.A second later—“Baby?”Kade.I groan.“Don’t call me baby right now.”Another wave hits.The toilet becomes my best friend.Wonderful.Just wonderful.Within seconds they’re both beside me.Vex drops to one knee, gathering my hair back from my face before it can fall forward.His hand settles at the base of my neck.Steady.Warm.Kade kneels bes
VEX POVThe city looks different when you leave a room like that. Sharper. Like everything is already shifting beneath it.Streetlights drag in long gold streaks across the tinted windows as we move through the dark. The engine hums low, controlled, powerful—steady in a way the world outside isn’t anymore.Brynn sits in the passenger seat.Kade’s in the back.Same positions. Same silence.But it’s not the same.Not after tonight.I rest my arm along the center console, my fingers brushing lightly against Brynn’s thigh. Not for show. Not for strategy. Just instinct. She doesn’t move away. Doesn’t even glance down. Her eyes stay fixed on the road ahead, like she’s already thinking past it.“She won’t come at us directly,” I say.Kade exhales quietly behind her, the sound low and knowing. “No. That’s not Val’s style.”Brynn’s voice cuts through the quiet, soft but precise. “She smiled.”I glance at her. Of course that’s what she noticed.“Yeah,” I murmur. “She did.”She shifts slightly i
VEX POVMorning comes slow.Not because the sun is gentle—but because I don’t move.I don’t want to.Brynn is between us, exactly where she fell asleep. Like she belongs there. Like it’s always been that simple.It isn’t.My arm is draped across her waist, fingers resting against her stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath. Kade is still behind her, close enough that every inhale brushes against her shoulder.Too close.Not close enough.Funny how both can exist at once.I watch them for a long moment—longer than I should. Longer than a man like me ever allows himself to linger in something soft.Because this?This is dangerous.Not the power.Not the city.Not the blood that built everything we stand on.This.Her.Us.Brynn shifts slightly, pressing back into Kade without waking. My jaw tightens—not in anger, not anymore—but in something far more complicated.Acceptance sits heavy in my chest.And beneath it—Possession.Mine.Ours.Kade’s hand flexes lightly at her
Brynn POV “I want you both to take me.” I choke out the words, between the pleasure. The night unfolds in a tangle of limbs and breathless moments, boundaries dissolving between the three of us. Vex and Kade move with restraint, both focused entirely on my pleasure while exchanging glances that speak volumes about their shared devotion.Vex’s eyes flash with dark approval as I come undone against his mouth, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me in place.Kade watches with hungry fascination, his own breathing becoming ragged as he witnesses my pleasure.“So beautiful when you lose control.”Vex’s voice is rough as he rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His expression is pure masculine satisfaction.Kade's hand replaces Vex’s between my legs, his touch gentler but no less precise.Vex begins unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving my flushed face.The two men exchange a look over my body—possessive, protective, and filled with dark promise.Kade lays back on th
BRYNN POV The tension doesn’t break.It stretches.Tightens.Something unspoken passes between the three of us — a silent understanding that the room we’re standing in suddenly feels too small for what’s happening.Vex’s hand slides from my waist to my lower back.Grounding.Claiming.“Not here,” he murmurs against my ear.Kade exhales a quiet laugh.“Agreed.”His fingers brush down my arm — deliberate, slow — before he finally steps away from me.The loss of heat is immediate.Temporary.“We should go,” Vex says.It isn’t a question.⸻The drive back to the mansion feels longer than it should.The city lights blur past the windows, neon streaking across glass while silence settles thick inside the car.Not awkward.Charged.Kade sits across from me, one arm resting along the seat, eyes never leaving my face.Studying.Relearning.Every time the streetlights pass overhead they catch in his eyes — dark, restless.Vex sits beside me.Close.His hand rests loosely on my thigh, thumb mov
SIX MONTHS LATERBRYNN POVRoutine is a strange thing.Six months ago, the idea of normal felt impossible.Now it’s almost believable.The club hums beneath my feet most nights — bass vibrating through polished floors, men laughing too loud, deals being made in shadows behind purple velvet curtains. Vex runs business from the back office like he always has. Calm. Controlled. Untouchable.He looks the same.But there’s a quiet sharpness in him now.Waiting.We don’t talk about the countdown.We don’t have to.Kade said six months.So we let the clock run.Contact has been… sparse. Strategic. A message every few weeks. Secure lines. Short updates.Alive.Progressing.Soon.Soon is a dangerous word.I keep busy.Training. Meetings. Logistics. Making sure our territories don’t shift while one king is rebuilding his throne.Tonight the club is quieter. A private event downstairs. Vex is handling investors. I’m upstairs in the secured room, field-stripping one of my pistols on the long meta
The door clicks shut behind me, and for a moment, I just stand there in the dark hallway. My lips still tingle, heat ghosting where his mouth had been. The air feels heavier now — like the walls themselves are holding their breath, waiting to see what I’ll do next. I move quietly back to my room.
BRYNN POV The halls are quieter at night. Too quiet — the kind that lets every thought sound like footsteps. I move barefoot, slow, careful, the hem of Dr. Ward’s borrowed shirt brushing my thighs. The floor’s cold under my feet. Every few steps I glance toward the door two rooms down — the one
BRYNN POV The room is too small for the noise in my head. I towel off until my skin prickles, until the water can’t wash the sound of the shot from behind my teeth. I pull on the spare clothes Dr. Ward left in a plastic bundle — too clean, too new — and curl onto the narrow bed, fingers worrying
BRYNN POV The gates slam shut behind us, sealing the world out. The car jerks to a stop, and before the engine even cuts, the doors of the compound fly open. Men rush forward — armed, efficient, silent. A stretcher waits between them, wheels already locked in place. “Move!” Kade barks. They pul







